Tang Hao Battles Golden Crocodile Douluo

Tang Hao was furious.

He had gone away for a few years, only to return and find that not only had someone stolen his wife, but even the soul bone he had left for his son was gone.

Although he had tricked the Blue Silver Emperor back then,

there was still the saying that a day as husband and wife brought a hundred days of affection.

Besides, they even had Tang Dou Dou.

So Tang Hao carried his eighty-meter-long iron hammer.

He arrived at the Blue Silver King's location.

"Blue Silver King, do you know where your Blue Silver Emperor is?"

Tang Hao was furious, so he had no intention of being polite to the Blue Silver King.

But the Blue Silver King still possessed an immortal body. As long as there was Blue Silver Grass in the forest, the Blue Silver King could remain undying and indestructible.

"By your humans' directions... His Majesty should be in Spirit City," the Blue Silver King said reluctantly.

He hated this human because this human carried the aura of his emperor.

"Spirit Hall. Good, Spirit Hall." Tang Hao angrily shot into the air and flew toward Spirit Hall.

At his speed, he quickly reached Spirit City.

Yet given his cultivation, Spirit City's guards could not detect his presence at all.

Arriving before the Papal Hall,

Tang Hao rose directly into the air.

"Qian Daoliu, get out here."

Tang Hao's furious roar echoed throughout Spirit City.

But Qian Daoliu was fucking in seclusion at that moment.

So he did not come out to deal with him at all.

Bibi Dong was even less moved.

She had not even secured her position as Pope yet. She was practically nothing more than a puppet, and her goal was to make the Qian Family lose face and destroy Spirit Hall.

The Elder Hall often opposed her.

And the Hengha Two Generals by her side were away, taking their disciples and others to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain soul rings.

So she had no intention of paying Tang Hao any attention.

But the people of the Elder Hall could not sit still any longer, especially Golden Crocodile Douluo.

A Ninety-eighth Rank Super Douluo, with the title Golden Crocodile.

When he flew over and stood before the Papal Hall,

Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot.

"Golden Crocodile, hand over my wife."

The moment Golden Crocodile Douluo emerged and heard Tang Hao say that, his soul power nearly destabilized, and he almost fell from the sky.

"Tang Hao, what did you say?"

"Golden Crocodile, you old bastard, hand over my wife. Otherwise, I'll smash your so-called Angel Statue today."

Golden Crocodile Douluo was completely dumbfounded. How the fuck would he know about Tang Hao's wife?

"Didn't you play your wife to death over a decade ago? What, changed tastes again?"

Golden Crocodile's words did little damage, but were massively insulting.

"Golden Crocodile, you're courting death."

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red soul rings appeared beneath Tang Hao's feet.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's soul rings were the same colors as Tang Hao's.

After hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's words, Tang Hao was so enraged he could barely speak.

"Then come hit me, Tang Hao. If you dare smash the Angel Statue, once the Grand Elder comes out of seclusion, you know he'll definitely wipe out your shitty Clear Sky Sect. Then you'll fucking become the Clear Sky Sect's sinner again."

Golden Crocodile Douluo gave off the impression that this old man seriously needed a beating.

Even his tone was fucking smug and obnoxious.

His expression was fucking smug and obnoxious too.

Tang Hao heard Golden Crocodile Douluo's threat.

But he did not dare disbelieve it. He believed Golden Crocodile Douluo was telling the truth.

Still, someone had stolen his wife. He truly could not swallow this humiliation.

Bibi Dong sat inside the Papal Hall.

A Nine Twists Purple Golden Crown rested on her head. She was not very tall, around less than 1.7 meters.

She held a scepter roughly two meters tall.

This was the scepter of Spirit Hall's Pope, set with countless gemstones.

Her waist-length purple hair fell in enormous waves.

Her pale purple eyes seemed indifferent to everything.

Dressed in a luxurious pale purple gown, she sat leisurely on the Pope's throne with one leg crossed over the other. One Slender Jade Hand rested against the throne's armrest, propping up her cheek.

Elegant, noble, tranquil—in short, this woman possessed both beauty and temperament.

"Why aren't you two fighting already?"

Bibi Dong waited expectantly.

She really wanted to see whether, once Spirit Hall was bullied, Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder, would destroy the Clear Sky Sect.

If she had sunflower seeds or something right now, Bibi Dong would definitely lay them out and snack on them while watching the fight.

"Golden Crocodile, I'll ask you one last time today. Are you handing her over or not?"

In all of Douluo Continent, Tang Hao was probably the only one who dared threaten Golden Crocodile Douluo like this.

"Tang Hao, are you fucking determined to screw the heavens? I didn't even hold it against you for shouting outside Spirit Hall, but now you're fucking addicted, aren't you? And who the fuck is your wife? Who the fuck knows who your wife is?" Golden Crocodile Douluo was threatened and immediately began cursing.

At that moment, as the holy land of Soul Masters across the continent, Spirit City naturally had no shortage of passing Soul Masters, not to mention spies from every sect.

When they heard the conversation between Tang Hao and Golden Crocodile Douluo in the sky,

"Holy shit, Golden Crocodile Douluo stole Day-Slaying Douluo's wife? That's a fucking life-and-death feud."

"Yeah. The hatred of killing one's father and the grievance of stealing one's wife. What exactly is going on? Does Golden Crocodile Douluo like other people's wives? Isn't that no different from that bastard Cao?"

"You don't understand the joy of being that bastard Cao. Golden Crocodile Douluo probably does, or why else would he steal Tang Hao's wife?"

"I heard the previous Pope went to steal Tang Hao's wife and got smashed to death with a hammer by him. Could Tang Hao's wife really be sweeter than other people's wives?"

Bibi Dong's spiritual power enveloped all of Spirit City.

Hearing those absurd theories and analyses, all delivered with such convincing detail, she truly admired them to the extreme. If Qian Xunji found out, his coffin lid probably would not stay shut.

To be fair, Golden Crocodile Douluo was somewhat wary of Tang Hao. That fucking unreasonable Ring Detonation was completely life-risking.

"Then go die for me!"

Tang Hao roared, "Haotian Nine Secret Skills, Soaring Sky Strike."

Tang Hao directly used the Clear Sky Sect's secret technique, the Haotian Nine Secret Skills.

"Fuck your Sir, you're opening with your ultimate move?" Golden Crocodile Douluo cursed.

Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar.

Facing Tang Hao's attack, Golden Crocodile Douluo did not dare be careless and immediately used his Martial Soul Avatar.

A massive crocodile appeared in the sky. Its front claws struck directly at the enormous Clear Sky Hammer's head as it came crashing toward him.

At this moment, Golden Crocodile had no choice but to admit that Tang Hao really was a fierce man.

His martial soul was the Golden Crocodile King, and its hide was fucking thick.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was nothing but trash in his eyes. If not for the Golden Crocodile King being passed down through a single line,

what did the world's number one Beast Soul have to do with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

"Good thing I fucking defended against that. Tang Hao really is fierce." Golden Crocodile Douluo was somewhat surprised, sensing that something was wrong with Tang Hao's condition.

"Tang Hao, since you dared come to make trouble for Spirit Hall today, then go die for me." Golden Crocodile Douluo was about to start showing off.

"Do you think my life, Tang Hao's life, is so easy to take? Hand over my wife already." After Tang Hao said that,

Golden Crocodile Douluo was dumbfounded.

I just wanted to show off. You can just leave. Fuck your Sir.

"Who the fuck stole your wife? This old man doesn't have that kind of hobby," he roared angrily at Tang Hao.

"Go die!" Tang Hao heard the insult toward Ah Yin hidden in Golden Crocodile Douluo's words. This attack became even more ferocious.

"Clear Sky Hammer, Chaotic Cloak." Tang Hao's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique had reached an extraordinary level.

Eighty-one hammer strikes stacked together. Even Qian Daoliu would have to suffer from that.

Golden Crocodile cursed furiously. "Tang Hao, you're courting death."

Sixth Soul Skill, Golden Crocodile Tail Sweep.

A massive crocodile tail struck the Clear Sky Hammer. Both men spat blood and flew backward.

"Golden Crocodile, you're really not bad." Tang Hao looked extremely disheveled at that moment.

"Tang Hao, fuck your Sir, who the fuck stole your wife? Besides, didn't your wife sacrifice herself to you in the desert more than a decade ago? Did you fucking remarry?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's words left Tang Hao somewhat dumbfounded.

"Remarry my ass." "Great Sumeru Hammer, Ring Detonation." The first four of Tang Hao's nine soul rings exploded and merged into his body.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Haotian Avatar."

"Tang Hao, you're fucking courting death." At that moment, two more Titled Douluo wielding long staffs flew out of the Elder Hall. They were Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, the two Titled Douluo.

Tang Hao really has no martial virtue. He detonates rings at the drop of a hat. Golden Crocodile Douluo was somewhat dazed from the beating.

Yet when Qian Jun and Jiang Mo charged toward Tang Hao,

with the Haotian Avatar and the power of Ring Detonation, the Clear Sky Hammer weighed at least tens of thousands of jin. But it was not aimed anywhere else—it was aimed at the Papal Hall where Bibi Dong was.

Bibi Dong, sitting elegantly inside the Papal Hall with her crossed leg swaying back and forth, was not nervous in the slightest. She continued eating grapes from the fruit platter.

Yes, Tang Hao had made excellent use of an attack that forced his enemies to defend.

Anyway, all of Spirit Hall belonged to the Qian Family. Someone would repair it if it was smashed, and it could not hurt her. Why the fuck should she be anxious?

She was not anxious, but someone else was.

When Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, and Golden Crocodile saw the direction of Tang Hao's attack, they cursed Tang Hao a thousand times over in their hearts, but they still had to defend.

The Papal Hall could not be smashed. It represented Spirit Hall's dignity.

Tang Hao smashed the Clear Sky Hammer heavily toward Spirit Hall.

Then he turned and fled. If he did not run now, death would be his only path.

Tang Hao had thoroughly enjoyed that smash, but once this incident fermented, the people of the Clear Sky Sect would probably curse him again.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Jun, and Jiang Mo, the three Super Douluo, caught the blow. But they did not feel good either; they were still fucking injured.

When Golden Crocodile, Qian Jun, and Jiang Mo, the three Titled Douluo, crashed heavily onto the Papal Hall plaza of Spirit Hall, three human-shaped craters appeared below them.

Bibi Dong walked with graceful steps onto the raised platform of the Spirit Hall plaza.

She said sweetly, "Oh my, Second Worship, Third Worship... what happened to you? You smashed the plaza into this state. Remember to settle the repair costs later."

It would have been better if Bibi Dong had said nothing. The moment she brought it up, the three elders instantly spat blood.

This blood was not from Tang Hao's blow, but from Bibi Dong's angering them.

When Tang Hao was here, you did not come out. Now that Tang Hao has left, you fucking come out to piss us off. What the fuck are you trying to do?

The three Elder Hall worships were all gritting their teeth in fury.

But all three knew that the Elder Hall and the Papal Hall were on bad terms.

This was entirely Bibi Dong's retaliation.

Yes.

This was fucking retaliation.

Even if Bibi Dong admitted it, so what?

Could Qian Daoliu really kill Bibi Dong?

Qian Daoliu could not kill Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong now had a divine trial as well and had fused with part of the Rakshasa God Power.

Even if Qian Daoliu fought Bibi Dong one-on-one, he might not necessarily be able to kill her.

That was why Bibi Dong was so utterly fearless.

Amid Bibi Dong's mockery and sweet laughter,

the three Elder Hall worships looked utterly awful, their faces turning green with rage.

This time, they would definitely wait until the Grand Elder emerged from seclusion, then march on the Clear Sky Sect and teach it another lesson.